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( votes)Purple Trees and Golden Hills
written by: Gayl Wright
@GaylWright
Purple trees clamor amid high clouds
Golden hills run wildly in a row
A giant I am and slow
Head full of stories so loud
Tumbling like a hamster wheel
Round and round and real
Imagination reigns
Happy as a jumping frog
Not a plain old cog
Gayl Wright
Gayl Wright makes her home in upstate South Carolina. Married for 42 years, mother of 7, grandmother of 14, she is a seeker of truth who looks for beauty in ordinary things. She can often be found sitting on the hillside or relaxing on the porch swing. She loves to explore new areas of creativity as she writes for her blog, composes poems, dabbles in her art journal or captures images with photography.
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